The glimmer of the morning sun slowly pierced through the clouds, casting a faint golden yellow on the mountains.

On the blood-stained earth, unknown weeds greedily absorb the remnants of the dead, trying to grow taller and stronger.

A few vultures hovered in the sky, already eager to swoop down and enjoy the feast.

Although he didn't sleep all night, Samwell was still in good spirits and was directing his men to clean up the battlefield and place the prisoners.

This battle was finally won, and it was a hearty victory!

Samwell understands that this victory means a lot to him.

First of all, after this baptism, the recruits he recruited were no longer just a shelf, but a powerful weapon that he could rely on.

Secondly, he himself gained a lot of prestige because of this victory. Originally, he was a well-known waste among the nobles of the river, and no one looked down on him except for the recruits he had recruited. But now, everyone's eyes looking at him were full of reverence and respect, and they had truly regarded him as a lord who had expanded his territory.

The most important thing is that after this battle, the new territory will no longer have to worry about being attacked by the wildlings, at least near this valley, there is no wildling tribe that has the courage and ability to pose a threat to him.

At this moment, Todd came over, bowed to Samwell, and said:

"My lord, the preliminary statistics of this battle have come out."

After this victory, the knight of the Tyrells family was also visibly more respectful when facing Samwell.

"How's it going?"

"A total of 11 of our warriors were unfortunately killed, and 23 others were seriously wounded, but we killed more than 350 savages and captured nearly 1,000 prisoners!"

In the end, the battle-hardened bastard knight was a little incredulous.

He had participated in many battles, but he had never seen such exaggerated results, especially since he also knew that the pioneer knight in front of him was only leading a group of recruits who were entering the battlefield for the first time!

Even if the opponent was just a poorly armed and poorly organized wildling, such a brilliant victory would have been enough to make the young knight enter the ranks of the best generals of the riverbend.

The Tully family is really rich in generals.

At this moment, Todd no longer dared to associate Samwell with the name of waste, and in his opinion, it was either a misunderstanding or some dirty conspiracy within the Tully family.

"Well, properly settle the wounded, the fallen fighters, and pay the pension according to the standard I promised before. You go and ask Gavin for money. ”

"Yes, sir."

"Caught the Savage Leader?"

"Caught. The attack was launched by a nearby tribe called Huya, organized by the three sons of the tribal chief, all of whom had been captured. ”

"Okay, bring it to me."

"Yes."

It wasn't until the three Huya brothers were brought to him that Samwell discovered that one of them was the terrible wild man who had posed a mortal threat to him on the battlefield last night.

"We meet again." Samwell greeted with a smile, "What's your name?" ”

"Cheka." Cheka gritted his teeth and spat out a few words between his teeth, his blood-red eyes staring at Samwell as if he were about to burst his throat at the slightest disagreement.

Samwell naturally wouldn't be afraid of a defeated general, not to mention that the opponent's hands and feet were tied.

"Cheka, we don't have a grudge, do we? I haven't hurt anyone from the Huya tribe either, but why are you attacking us? ”

Cheka snorted lightly and said angrily:

"Everywhere you riverbenders go, you build cities, cut down forests, hunt wild beasts, but these are gifts from the gods! Now that they have been ruined by you, they are still asking why we are attacking you? ”

"These survival resources are not labeled, why do you say that the gods give them to you exclusively? Why can't we co-develop? ”

"Hehe, since you have won, this mountain and forest is naturally yours, why are you talking so much nonsense? If you want to kill, you will kill, none of the warriors of the Huya tribe are afraid of death! ”

"Really?" Samwell looked at the three brothers who were not afraid, and suddenly had a plan, and said, "However, I didn't say that I would kill you. ”

"You're not going to kill us?" The Cheka frowned and asked, "Are you going to make us your slaves?" ”

Samwell shook his head again: "Enslaving others is an offense to the Seven Gods, and Kingdom law prohibits keeping slaves. ”

"If you don't be slaves, will you still let us go?" The second Qimu couldn't help but ask.

Unexpectedly, Samwell actually nodded.

"Humph! Would you be so kind? The Cheka clearly didn't believe it.

"I didn't intend to be an enemy of the savages." Samwell was frank, "It's just that you didn't give me a chance to show kindness at all. As I said earlier, the gifts of nature are not exclusive to you, and as long as you are willing, we can become partners, friends, and even relatives. ”

"You riverbend nobles have always spoken nicely." Cheka said disdainfully, "But you don't want us to surrender to you yet?" ”

Samwell smiled and asked, "Isn't it natural to surrender to the strong?" Isn't that the case in your tribe? ”

The Cheka was dumbfounded.

Savages are indeed the strong.

But then he said in a muffled voice:

"Only the patriarch of the Huya tribe, our father, can decide whether or not to submit to you."

"So I want to see your father."

"Okay, then you let us go first, as well as our people."

Samwell shook his head and said:

"We have suffered huge losses in this attack of yours, so we must compensate accordingly."

"What compensation?"

"Those who have been captured by us must stay behind and build a castle for me, and they will not leave until they are finished."

"Isn't that just making them your slaves! Just now he said that he would not raise slaves, and he is really a hypocritical nobleman! Cheka snorted.

Samwell ignored him and continued:

"And you, too, must pay the price as punishment for provoking this fight."

"What punishment?"

"Hundreds of people died because of you, and the punishment must be reciprocal, so naturally, it is also death!"

Cheka laughed: "So you're still going to kill us, are you talking before?" ”

Samwell shook his head again, "No, I'll only kill one of you. I will let the other two go, as a sign of my sincerity in reconciling with the Huya tribe. ”

The three brothers were stunned for a moment, and then asked almost at the same time:

"Who are you going to kill?"

Samwell smiled mysteriously and said:

"Then it is up to you to decide which one will atone for the dead."

As Samwell finished saying this, the atmosphere on the scene suddenly became delicate.